Last week I got that cold that’s been going around. I took a day off, drank lots of water, pounded the vitamins, and did my best to be ready to go for the weekend.
Sunday I spent 5 hours walking through Toronto, talking above traffic. The conversation was fascinating and our efforts somewhat rewarding. But by the end of the day, my cold was back and my voice was gone. Not scratchy, or weak. Completely gone. Can’t squeak out a single word.
And of course, Monday my entire body was aching from the work out. Unaccustomed as I am to sustained movement over 5 hours, a mutiny has begun in my lower extremeties. One that threatens to keep me from ever trying to move so much again.
Surprisingly, my back is doing quite well. My calves ache, and predictably, my feet hurt, but not so much as I would have thought. My left knee is another story. I have no idea why only one knee should be so problematic — I don’t think I was walking harder with my left leg — but it definitely feels like someone hit it with a hammer.
None of this would be so bad if the next 2 weeks weren’t so full. I previously blogged about how the pace of our life is much slower than we’re used to. It would appear that I spoke to soon.
So, if you see me, from a distance, hobbling toward you like a crippled old man, and upon our meeting, I don’t greet you verbally, please don’t be offended. Its not that I don’t like you, its just that its taking all my effort to keep my body from falling apart…